Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 322: Episode 320: Special AU Milestone - !

A/N: Nothing like this happened in the original plot! This is an alternate universe Chapter in celebration of crossing 300 Chapters, where we get to see Sassy Roxann as a General who just gave birth! Let’s feast! Grab your popcorn, ladies, mothers, fathers, and gentlemen! It’s about to get fun.

I was inspired by the Chinese drama Pursuit of Jade, ep. 18.

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"Yu Roxann," Vane sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic triumph. "How does it feel to be cornered like this?"

The doors of Roxy’s private chambers were violently blown off their hinges.

Smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood immediately flooded the lavish, dimly lit bedchamber. Heavy combat boots crunched over the shattered stone and the ruined remnants of the Iron-Wood insignia.

A squad of ten elite, heavily armored assassins filed into the room, their blades poised to strike. Parting the sea of mercenaries was their leader, Commander Vane.

His armor was thoroughly painted in the gore of the forces he had just decimated to breach the inner sanctum. He kicked a fallen piece of rubble out of his way, his scarred face twisting into a wide, victorious, and utterly arrogant smirk.

He looked toward the center of the chambers.

Sitting perfectly upright on the edge of the massive, fur-draped bed was General Yu Roxann.

She did not look like the terrifying, undisputed supreme commander of the continent’s allied armies.

She was wearing a loose, sweat-dampened white silk robe that hung off one shoulder. Her dark curls were plastered to her forehead, and her skin was incredibly pale, bearing the unmistakable, exhausting toll of having given birth mere hours ago.

Tucked securely against her chest, wrapped in a blood-red thermal blanket, was a tiny, sleeping infant.

Vane let out a dark, booming laugh that rattled the remaining wood in the window frames. He casually rested his heavy broadsword over his shoulder, relishing the sight of the mighty General reduced to a fragile, postpartum mother.

Roxy didn’t flinch. She didn’t scream, and she didn’t weep. She sat in the center of the bed, her breathing slow and perfectly measured.

"Your people are dead," Vane continued, taking a slow, taunting step forward as his assassins fanned out, completely surrounding the bed. "Your Dragon, your Tiger, the Wolf, the Snake, the Fox, and that ridiculous sea-dweller. I slaughtered them all in the lower courtyards. We slaughtered your older brats, too. The legendary Iron-Wood bloodline has been entirely eradicated. It’s just you now, Roxann. You, and whatever pathetic little spawn you managed to push out before we breached the gates."

A heavy, suffocating silence descended over the bedchamber.

The mercenaries tightened their grips on their weapons, fully expecting the General to break. They expected a hysterical breakdown. They expected her to drop to her knees and beg for the life of the newborn in her arms. They had, after all, just murdered her entire universe.

Instead, Roxy slowly shifted her weight.

With her left arm, she secured the sling wrapped around her torso, binding the sleeping baby Tyara flush and tight against her chest. The infant was perfectly protected, her tiny, fluffy ears hidden beneath the fabric.

Then, Roxy reached down to the floorboards beside the bed.

Her right hand closed around the sleek, carbon-steel hilt of her signature weapon, a curved, single-edged blade that had severed the heads of a thousand warlords.

Roxy stood up while laughing as if Lyra or Mara had said something funny.

She didn’t sway. She didn’t stumble. The supposed fragility of her postpartum body was an illusion shattered in an instant. Her green eyes, usually warm and maternal, were currently burning with malice.

"Cornered?" Roxy echoed, her voice a deadly, vibrating whisper that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room. A dark, terrifying, and utterly sassy smirk curled the corner of her bloodless lips. "You broke into my bedroom right after I endured fifteen hours of labor, tracked mud onto my imported rugs, and woke me up from my nap. You aren’t cornering me, Vane. You’ve just locked yourselves in a cage with a starving, highly irritated mother."

Vane’s smirk faltered. "Kill her. Take the baby’s head as a trophy!"

The ten elite assassins lunged simultaneously.

They expected an easy kill. They fundamentally misunderstood who they were dealing with. Yu Roxann hadn’t conquered the continent because she had powerful mates; she had powerful mates because she was the apex predator of the continent.

The first assassin thrust his spear directly at her chest. Roxy didn’t even blink.

She pivoted gracefully on her bare heel, her footwork flawless despite the extra weight strapped to her chest. She sidestepped the thrust, her blade flashing in the dim light. With a single, fluid upward arc of her right arm, she cleanly decapitated the man. His helmeted head hit the floorboards before his body even realized it was dead.

"One," Roxy counted softly.

Two more mercs rushed her from the left flank. Roxy ducked under a horizontal slash, using her incredibly strong, flexible core to bend backward. She kicked her bare foot out, shattering the kneecap of the closest attacker.

As the man dropped with a scream, she drove the pommel of her blade straight through the visor of the second man’s helmet, instantly lobotomizing him.

She ripped the blade free, spinning mid-air to parry a heavy broadsword strike from behind. The clash of steel rang out like a thunderclap.

"You’re moving too slowly," Roxy mocked, her eyes flashing violently as she deflected the blow, stepped entirely inside the man’s guard, and drove her blade up through his armored ribcage, piercing his heart. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She was a ghost, a terrifying, bloody phantom dancing through the ranks of the elite hit squad. She fought entirely with one hand, her left arm remaining perfectly, immovably locked around the infant strapped to her chest.

She absorbed the shock of every parry with her legs, ensuring that Tyara wasn’t jostled.

To the assassins, it was a nightmare. They were being butchered by a woman wearing a silk sleep robe, who was actively shushing a baby while she severed their limbs.

The men watched with terror.

A mercenary tried to flank her blind spot. Roxy didn’t even turn around. She back-kicked a heavy, shattered piece of the oak door directly into his chest, crushing his sternum, before throwing her blade like a lethal javelin.

It pinned the last grunt directly to the stone wall, vibrating with force.

In less than sixty seconds, the ten elite assassins were nothing more than a pile of bloody, dismembered meat on the bedroom floor.

Roxy casually walked over to the pinned mercenary, ripping her blade out of his throat with a sickening squelch. She flicked the blood from the steel, her breathing completely even.

It was just her, and Commander Vane left.

Vane was staring at the slaughter, his jaw slack, his confidence completely incinerated. The rumors were wrong. She wasn’t human. She was a demon.

The sudden, deafening silence in the room was abruptly broken.

The violent clash of steel and the scent of blood had finally penetrated the blanket. Tyara’s eyes snapped open. The newborn let out a sharp, high-pitched squeal that instantly escalated into a furious, demanding wail.

Roxy paused. The terrifying, blood-soaked General immediately dropped her lethal posture. She looked down at the bundle strapped to her chest, her eyes softening with love..

"Shh, shh, Mama’s right here, little tigress," Roxy cooed softly, gently rocking her torso back and forth to soothe the infant.

She looked back up, locking her blazing eyes onto the paralyzed Commander.

"You made baby Tyara cry," Roxy stated, her voice dripping with venom. She tilted her head, her grip tightening on the hilt of her blade. "How should I solve this?"

Vane swallowed hard, realizing that backing down now meant certain, humiliating death. He forced a manic, desperate laugh, gripping his broadsword with both hands.

"Sooner or later, you were bound to get separated from your mates and children, Roxann!" Vane barked, his voice cracking with thinly veiled terror. "Stop spewing nonsense and fight me!"

Vane charged.

He moved with the terrifying speed of a seasoned warlord, bringing his heavy broadsword down in an overhead, earth-shattering cleave meant to split Roxy and the baby in half.

Roxy didn’t dodge.

She raised her single trench blade, catching the massive, two-handed strike perfectly on the crossguard. The impact created a shockwave that blasted the remaining furniture into splinters, but Roxy’s arm didn’t buckle a single inch.

Vane’s eyes widened in absolute shock. He was using both arms, fueled by inner strength, while she blocked him effortlessly with one hand.

"You think they are my strength?" Roxy whispered, leaning in so close that Vane could see the reflection of his own terror in her green eyes. "My people didn’t make me a General, Vane. I made them Kings."

Roxy parried the broadsword with a violent flick of her wrist, throwing Vane entirely off balance.

Before he could recover, Roxy launched a devastating, blindingly fast counter-offensive. She moved like a storm of blades. She sliced through the thick, reinforced plating of his chest armor as if it were paper. She spun, bringing the heel of her bare foot around in a brutal, bone-crushing kick to his jaw that sent him flying across the room.

Vane crashed heavily into the vanity mirror, shattering the glass into a thousand jagged pieces.

He gasped, trying to push himself up off the floorboards, coughing up a thick spray of dark blood. But before he could even reach for his fallen weapon, a shadow fell over him.

Roxy stepped on his wrist, pinning his arm to the floor with enough force to splinter the bone.

She stood over him, entirely untouched, perfectly immaculate except for the blood of his men painting the edges of her silk robe. Tyara had stopped crying, lulled back to sleep by the rhythmic, rocking motion of her mother’s brutal combat footwork.

Roxy raised her blade, pointing the lethal, blood-stained tip directly at the center of Vane’s throat.

The Commander choked, looking up at the terrifying, beautiful Matriarch of the Iron-Wood. He knew it was over. He had failed.

"Just kill me," Vane wheezed, blood bubbling past his lips. "Send me to the void."

Roxy’s eyes darkened into a terrifying green. A cruel, sadistic, and utterly terrifying smirk slowly stretched across her face.

She pressed the tip of the blade just deep enough into his throat to draw a fresh line of crimson blood, ensuring he felt every ounce of her wrath.

"Kill my mates and children and think death is your only route?" Roxy hissed, her voice sounded broken as if she was about to cry, while her body shook with her loss. She leaned down, her words sealing his absolute doom.

"Fuck you!"

A/N: THIS IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL, NOW DON’T GO CRYING ON ME NOW.